The next decade....what's in store?
Musings of a yamfooted traveller still trying to shake off those last 30 pounds as she treks across the Caribbean
Left home around 7:10 Wednesday evening to go to the gym. When I reached the road where the stoplight is, I see police siren flashing, yellow caution tape strung across the road, lots of cars around and so on. I had earlier seen a vehicle turning around, so I did the same.
I'm not like many Jamaicans who like to go to the scene of the crime, rather than away from it.
When I came back home late tonight, I heard that a man was in the line of vehicles at the stop light when another started shooting at him from behind. He then lost control of the vehicle and crashed into the car in front of him.
Guns in my neighbourhood! Eeegad. Time to leave Jamaica!
Joy commented on my previous post, suggesting I could have panic/anxiety disorder. Quite possible.
Yes, that is a part of the diagnosis and has been in my medical history for a few years. My doctor even sent me to a psychiatrist one time, and the woman just listened to me for a few minutes and then was ready to prescribe Prozac. No way was I going to use medication to feel better. My mind was stronger than that...and for a time, it worked.
The first time I experienced a panic attack, it was about 1994 or 1995. I was driving to Ocho Rios alone, and I just started to hyperventilate. I even had to stop along the way in Linstead and take deep breaths. That was way scary. By the time I reached to Ocho Rios, I had a royal head ache from lack of oxygen.
Then I remember not being able to walk at Mona Dam without thinking I was going to drop down and dead. I remember one evening going across the road to Mona to a friend's house because her mother was a nurse. She gave me menthol to inhale and I always have that with me now.
There was also a period in the 1990s during my holiday travels to the Eastsern Caribbean where I could not eat on the plane because I felt I was going to choke.
One day coming back from cricket at Discovery Bay about 3 years ago, I had an attack on Highway 2000. I blogged about that and some of these and other incidents.
Have had them on trains in the UK...also while being driven pretty quickly in a benz from London to Southampton in 1999.
So there is definitely a history.
But I keep thinking....what is bothering me deep down subconsciously? Apart from the fact that I fear that I could die and no one would know since I live alone....all is well!
Maybe I need to find a man. At least dem good fuh something!
I am writing this entry now at this ungodly hour because yet again, I am tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep. At least tonight, I have the company of the family (who don't know I'm awake). When this happens to me in the Spice Isle, I am alone....and that is some scary sh*t I tell you!
What is the reason?
Have no clue. The symptoms? Rapid heart beat. Gurgling in my upper stomach if there is such a place (I should go on Web MD). Spasms in the muscles of my chest. I know it is not a heart attack because on Sunday I did both an ECG and an EKG. Pocket bruk now!
I have had SEVERAL ECG's. They all come back with a healthy graphical reading of my heart. Sunday was the first EKG. Now that was interesting. Of course, I got to look at the screen while the doctor was taking images of my heart. I could see the walls (very healthy...no thickening). I could see the valve flapping away. Nothing untoward there. I could hear the swish of the blood through the chambers. Everything checked out ok.
There was this extra bit of muscle he mentioned, that was flapping up and hitting against something beginning with an S. But he said that was nothing to worry about. So I'm not.
I just wanna know what di ass is keeping me up all night.......AGAIN!!!!!! The mind is clear as far as I am aware. I wonder if it is muscular? Let's go check out WebMD. That's a kool site for tossers and turners like me.
It's cricket season on The Rock, so of course, me deh ya!
Also taking the opportunity to check up on my health which involves figuring out why the heart races ever so often, even though there is no toy-boy in my life!
Pilates classes is also a must, and it so important to my well being that I will miss a few cricket sesssions in order to get in as many classes in the two weeks that I will be here for. Yesterday I realized that it has been four years and nearly a month since my first Pilates class and how good a journey that has been. Everybody should do Pilates. It's not only for the body, but also relaxes the mind and when you are on The Rock and have to drive on these roads, you definitely need a relaxed mind!
Sorry they took so long....but you know....I'm not a lady of leisure (yet)
View from the land that I have fallen in love with...but the owner's not selling. Rats!
Morne Delice Flowers
Morne Delice Dog
Morne Delice Cow
Morne Delice Goat....scratching
The spot of land that I fell in love with...but the owner aint selling
Another spot of land that I like but don't know who the owner is...that is Friday's project
Another lovely view from Morne Delice
While looking at the TV guide just now, I saw that Miss Potter was on one of the movie channels....one that I don't subscribe to.
Anyway, the point of this story is that I knew I had seen the movie already and was racking my brain for many minutes to remember where I saw it. Have you seen it? Nice movie. I wish I had all the land she had!
But until I started typing just now, I had forgotten I saw it last year either on the way to or way from England on the BA flight.
I find that these days I have to think harder and longer to remember stuff. That's just the reason I have forgotten to post the pictures!!!